lanaya's freckled cheek is pressed against behni's shoulder. the way he said it made it come off like a joke, but it sounded sad and lonely -- and incredibly familiar. " sounds an awful lot like being the inquisitor. " it wasn't the same, there were many things she couldn't understand about the intricacies of being not only a grey warden, but the grey warden. she wondered if behni was a distant reflection of herself and what being a world-saving hero turns you into.

it might have been her inherent naivity to see things better than how they were, or foolishness, but she was determined to not let the world take too much and not let them not notice her.

" do you ever get tired of it all? "